Tachihara bit his tongue, trying to calm his breathing while presenting a meeting to his comrades. His hands gripped tightly on the documents. As a Hunting Dog, he couldn't let his fellow soldiers know you were resting your head on his lap under the table, making him feel good in the middle of a meeting.

"Because of this - ngh!"

He shivered when you started rubbing his thighs, making him let out a whimper which he quickly covered up. He was slowly losing his composure the more you teased.